Adam
“Trina Singh. My eldest daughter,” Francis says, his voice brimming with the kind of smug pride that makes my fists twitch. Like his daughter is the best thing that’s happened since the invention of air cons.
“Excuse me?”
The words come out with a growl. I didn’t even mean to unleash. Malcolm stirs beneath my skin, already having recognized his so-called mate—one I didn’t agree with. I only let him loose because there is no f*****g way I’m marrying Francis’s daughter. Hell could freeze over, and my balls would still stay warm before that happens.
“Wolf King, please—think about it.” One of the Elders dares speak. “She’s the best warrior of her generation. Stronger than all the she-wolves combined. Her strength could help you ascend, make you untouchable.”
“I am untouchable.”
Sil
